Lumos

With a quiet chuckle, Draco smiled back. “You don’t have to be, you know. You can still sleep if you need to, I don’t mind.” He’d stay right there beside him, even if he didn’t sleep, too. He moved to stretch a little, yawning, before settling again, one shin still between Harry’s.

“How are you so comfortable, Potter?” he asked, tone teasing as his voice remained quiet, turning to look at Harry a little more fully. Those impossibly beautiful eyes stole his breath away, and he only vaguely hoped Harry didn’t notice.

“Don’t wanna sleep too much that I can’t go to bed at bedtime.” He turned to his back, arching in a deep stretch before flopping back down and turning his head to look at Draco. He’d not been this close to the other man in a long time, and less still in this form. An odd stirring in his chest, he ignored it in favor of giving Malfoy a crooked grin.

Draco chuckled softly and pressed cold toes to Harry’s ankles. He was warm, and the bed was comfortable. He supposed he could do with some extra rest, but he watched as Harry fell asleep first before nuzzling his nose against the other man’s cheek and letting himself drift off as well.

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed, he only knew that he was waking up with his legs tangled with Harry’s, and that was more than fine with Draco. “Harry? Are you awake?” He whispered.

Harry was quick to fall asleep, which was unusual for him, but certainly welcome. He slept soundly, and didn’t even notice when he and Draco ad started to tangle together. He would wake up to find it later, but he wouldn’t have minded it much at all.

The trip back to MACUSA headquarters was more painful than Harry had expected it to be, and he did his best not to look back. If he did, he’d tell the driver to turn around and yank JP into the wizarding world with him and probably shock the poor man out of his wits. No. Slow was better in this case. Wasn’t it?

The trip back to London took moments. Between midnight and one in the morning in New York was between five and six in the morning in London. A portkey to the designated space within Auror Headquarters made short work of his travel. In his office he caught a nap on the couch; why bother going home when your meeting was in the next few hours? Time seemed to fly by once the meeting was in progress, and before he knew it, it was afternoon.

Finally, from his office floo to his living room floo, and Harry was home. 

[Text: JP] Home. Trip went smoothly. Miss you already.

He sent the text - not technically a lie - then headed upstairs to unpack and shower, leaving the phone on his dresser and trying not to wait too anxiously for a reply.

JP woke a few hours later, blearily looking happily at his phone to see a text from Harry. He took a few minutes to answer it before he forced himself into a shower and some fresh clothes for work.

The question shocked Draco, and his eyes rose immediately to stare wide at Harry, questioning if he was serious, or if perhaps Draco had heard wrong. He hadn’t, and Harry seemed sincere.

He could feel his ears get hot, and felt the blush traveling down his neck, but he nodded. Did he strip down, too? It wasn’t as if Harry hadn’t seen him mostly naked at this point with every full moon they’d spent together. And then—in that moment—Draco realized he didn’t have anything to be worried about. Harry had been nothing but kind to him, caring. So without a second hesitation, Draco stripped down to his undershirt and boxerbriefs, before climbing in beside Harry. “I won’t be held accountable if I put my cold feet on you,” he teased, tugging the blanket around himself.

Harry hadn’t meant to be forward, but he slept better when he wasn’t alone. And Draco was solid against him, and it was nice, even with the press of cold feet against his own. He swatted at the other man’s shoulder, smiling as his eyes closed.

    Junior looked at the young woman. A smirk made it’s way to his lip and he chuckled. He stepped closer to her. He looked down at her. “It’s not time yet.” He said in a low voice, so that only she could hear him. Junior knew that one day, if he didn’t get off the Isle. He would snap and Gaston would fall at his hands. 

   “One day. For now, a black eye or a swollen lip is the price I have to pay. I’m not ready for the role as Alpha just yet.” Junior wouldn’t cry over Gaston. He wouldn’t feel guilty. The man was a beast. The TRUE beast. 

    “Maybe I’ll let you watch.” He said cocking his head. “You wanna spar? Let you kick my ass.” 

Shani stood her ground as the boy crowded into her space. He wasn’t threatening her, but in her pack, that would sure be a challenge. She looked up at him fiercely, though with a fat lip and a black eye, he wouldn’t pose much of a fight.

He spoke again, and she could not help but grin, a soft laugh bubbling from her throat on instinct. 

Gods, this was not—This wasn’t how Harry had expected his trip to America to go. He’d only been looking for a dance, and a one night stand. Not this amazing man who stole his breath and his heart. He smiled, though it didn’t reach his eyes, and he reached up to fix his glasses. So many kisses and it didn’t feel like it would ever be enough.

The wizard in the front seat gave him a questioning look. “Are you ready, Mister Potter?”

Harry swallowed and glanced back up at JP. “No. I’m not ready.” He reached through the window to grasp the other man’s fingers and give them a kiss, before finally nodding to the driver.

It was agonizing, knowing that he was going to walk home alone, even that last kiss through the car window hurt. JP held on until the very last moment, until finally the driver started down the road, leaving him to watch as Harry grew smaller and smaller in the distance.

Draco tried valiantly to not stare as Harry undressed, averting his eyes to look at anything else other than how Harry moved. “Well, yes, you are a very good friend. One I’m—eternally grateful to have, might I add.”

He chuckled quietly, staring down at his own hands and only peeking once at Harry. “I suppose I do have a good reason. Sometimes. Not always.”

“Yeah...well, thanks.” Harry slid into his bed, after disrobing down to his shorts. He knew he was a decent friend, loyal to a fault, but he usually considered it a good quality.

A grin formed once she saw the photograph – She could appreciate his body. And his humor, of course. But currently, she was contemplating how fit her boyfriend truly was, imagination getting carried away. 

To: James 

Sirius had better be moping elsewhere –preferably with Remus and Peter somewhere not in your dormitory. I don’t know if a silencing charm and that cloak of yours will be enough tonight.

Love, 

Lily

P.S. - Rounds’ll be finishing early 

The letter back was exactly what he thought it would be. Flirty, sweet, and a promise of a visit. He settled under his sheets, still in the nude, to wait for her. He penned another letter, enjoying the back and forth, the teasing and the anticipation that made this game far more engaging.

To: Lily

Sirius is tucked well away in the dog house tonight. It’s just you and me and the four poster.

Have I told you today how incredibly enticing and arousing you are? Because you are. Enticing and arousing. I’m crazy about you, Evans.

Love,

James

Draco tugged Harry up on his feet and while the other questioned him about his studies, he steered the man towards his bedroom. “My assignments are coming to a close. It’s end of term soon, most of time consists of studying for finals at the moment.” He smirked. “And I do not whine.” he protested, but his voice held a not of amusement.

“You know with a good old fashioned levicorpus I could carry you easily enough. But I’d try without it, first.” He teased. “Hopefully we wouldn’t just fall over.” He chuckled and opened Harry’s bedroom door for him. “All right, in you get.”

“Levicorpus would be cheating.” He grumbled, slipping off his shoes and socks, and his shirt, going through the motions of getting ready for bed, as if on auto pilot.