Enough trouble for a lifetime

Harry relaxed against the wall, the stress uncoiling out of him like ball of yarn as he kissed Draco. “Good, because I don’t want to either...” He shivered at the other man’s touch, trying not to lose himself in the moment. “They’re going to find out, it’s just a matter of time.”

He wasn’t surprised to hear his name really, he was surprised it was used in such a friendly and familiar tone. Usually when people tried to socialize with him it was Mr. Potter or the full Harry Potter like it was a title from the war. It was true, he didn’t recognize her. If they had spoken, it had been too long ago and both of them had grown much since then. But he was still relieved at the friendly interaction. “Rough month.” He replied with a sigh. 

“Well… You seemed down. And er…. I dunno. Just seemed like a good idea. I suppose.” His pale face was hidden by his ebony hair, but he knew he was blushing. 

It was a nice gesture, no one had ever given him flowers before. It seemed like such a strange gift and his mind immediately went to the possible romantic connotations of such a gesture and his face burned brighter. “Er, thanks, that’s really thoughtful of you.”

Corvin moves his hair out of his face and smiles kindly. “I know how it is to have really bad days… And by bad I mean worse than most people’s worst… So, I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’d be happy to talk or hang out if you need someone.”

“Thanks Corvin.” He murmured, still in a bit of a state of shock; he hadn’t really thought about what sort of things him and Corvin may have in common in that respect. A lot of people didn’t really understand how Harry felt; hell Harry didn’t even really understand his own emotions at time. “Same to you.”

Corvin gives a nod, and hugs his middle. “Well… I’m usually either in the Library or Owlry. The common room gets a bit crowded for me.” he chuckles nervously. 

Harry always liked it when the common room was crowded, there seemed to be less attention on him. But he could understand where Corvin was coming from, it could be overwhelming. “I should go to the Owlry more often, I’m sure Hedwig would like the visits.” He never thought about hiding out in the Owlry before, it was ingenious, quiet, no ones company but the birds. It was probably very peaceful. 

Draco stuttered under the touch, wanting to push away but like Harry he felt like maybe they should just get it over and done with. So, instead of leaning back, he moved in closer to press their lips harder together, arms slipping into Harry’s robes and around his waist to pull their bodies flush together. The soft gasps around the bar were audible and Draco closed his eyes tightly to block them out. People would learn to live with it.

Harry ignored the gasps when he felt Draco’s arms wrap around them, eyes shut, he ignored the dull flash of a camera. This was going to be in the Prophet by tomorrow. For a moment he wondered if it be better to let his friends find out through the paper or if he should try and talk to them tonight. After a moment, he pulled away, a satisfied and determined glint in his gaze. “There, now we can stop bloody worrying about it. Want a drink?”

This surprised him and he had to keep himself from jumping. Was this actually happening? Publicly?! Could people actually see this? Those were questions that shot through his mind the first second the other pressed his lips to his. Neville hadn’t even noticed the mistletoe. But his mind went blank after those first seconds and he closed his eyes as he titled his head slightly to the side to meet the kiss. Was he actually doing this? Yes, and it was nice.

In the back of his mind, Harry wondered how many people were watching, how fast this would travel around school, what sort of repercussions there might be for the both of them; but in the moment, Harry didn’t really care. He pulled away finally with an apologetic smile, hoping his face wasn’t as red as it felt and gestured wordlessly up to the mistletoe. “Er, bad luck not to kiss under them, right?”

me? a jealous hoe? absolutely.

[text: Draco] I’ll save you some treacle

[text: Harry] tha mnks [text: Harry] why r u in kitc hne @at 3 n th mrning

[text:] Couldn’t sleep

“Well… You seemed down. And er…. I dunno. Just seemed like a good idea. I suppose.” His pale face was hidden by his ebony hair, but he knew he was blushing. 

It was a nice gesture, no one had ever given him flowers before. It seemed like such a strange gift and his mind immediately went to the possible romantic connotations of such a gesture and his face burned brighter. “Er, thanks, that’s really thoughtful of you.”

Corvin moves his hair out of his face and smiles kindly. “I know how it is to have really bad days… And by bad I mean worse than most people’s worst… So, I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’d be happy to talk or hang out if you need someone.”

“Thanks Corvin.” He murmured, still in a bit of a state of shock; he hadn’t really thought about what sort of things him and Corvin may have in common in that respect. A lot of people didn’t really understand how Harry felt; hell Harry didn’t even really understand his own emotions at time. “Same to you.”

Harry groaned into the pillow; still not liking that they had an elf to order around. He got an earful about it weekly from Hermione. He let out another moan when the window was open; rolling over onto his back to shield his eyes from the light. “Okay, okay…I’m up. You had me at bacon.” Harry mumbled, voice gravely with sleep, moving his hands finally to grope for his glasses.

Draco turned around to smile at him, flicking his wand towards the plants they had over their small balcony once the glass doors had opened, watering them and causing the flowers to perk up and open, glowing bright orange from the morning sun. He then walked across to the bed again, reaching down to tug Harry’s glasses out of his grip once he reached for them. “Morning kiss first, then you get them.” Draco teased, blue eyes glancing across Harry’s body.

Harry grumbled in confusion when his glasses were taken away; blinking up at the blurry shape that was Draco. He gave a sleepy smile at the taunt, sitting up on his elbows to press a chaste kiss to his husband’s lips. “Can I have my glasses now?”