drao moved slightly tht iart getting off harry but froze when he realized ositiohem in. just inhes away from harry, he ould feel harry’s breath on his fae, and ould look diretly into the emerald orbs of his eyes.
her would ever remember who moved first, but someone did, losing the ihem, lips omiher as if drawher by por attration. satin aressing silk, someohs opeiher in a seime seemed to stand still. aristorati hands found their way around his slim waist as other hahemselves in silken hair. drao purred. harry hissed in pleasure.
ron, walking through the door, eaking, not that anyone really heard him. “oi, harry, how muh time does it take to—oh merlin! my eyes!”
two pairs of eyes drifted upwards towards a very sandalized redhead. the green eti, the silver-grey annoyed.
“sorry ron?” harry’s statement was more of a question.
“weasley, what the bloody hell are you doing in my bedrrowled.
“well i ame io see how long it was goio get his book, but i see iherwise oupied,” ron shot bak.
“then you an walk bak out, an’t you?” drao sneered. “i don’t want you in my personal spae.”
“the only one in your ‘perso now is harry, malfoy, and you don’t look too upset about that.”
and while drao and ron bantered bak and forth, with drao still on top of harry, the boy-who-lived was trying to find a the blush off his fae while simultarying uroo muh by the velvet quality of drao’s voie romi when he was angry.
chapter 16: foundations crumble
harry and ron had finally gotten to the library, after the whole event in drao and harry’s rooms, and harry was just starting his potio three iernoon on the day before it was due) when ron finally got up the o speak what had been on his mind for half ahis point, to harry. harry bli him, disbelief learly written aross his features.
“ron, you have got to be kidding. did you eat something that fred ee sent you? you know that it’s auation if dr-malfoy aher.”
roo ignore harry’s slip-up when he’d said malfoy’s looked at his frieially. “i don’t know how things looked from your e all i’m telling you is that it didn’t look like you two hated eah other from where i was standing. that’s all. just fet i said it, okay? i’m ertainly goi i saw it.” roly disgusted as he tried .
of ourse, after hearing that kind of a statement from ron of all people, harry ouldions (a ss he had with drao). so, i way he ould with his mihi his friends in the library a in searh of his firebolt to go flying and lear his head.
hermiohed him go uzzled expression ao ron the seond harry had disappeared out the door. “ened?” she asked in a hushed whisper.
ron almost sighed at the prospet of havi se agaiell her.
down in the dungeons, drao was just finishing expining eo his father, who (if he had been looking, whih by the way he wasn’t) looked mildly amused at his son’s plight.
“drao, for the st time, the bo do anything to your emotio magnify hing for you exept power. it stays away from matters of feeling.”
“then why did i have to kiss him i pe?”
&ion. normally the two iher attrated to oherefore the boivated by kissing. nothihing less. wheo defy the boed by beginself io stabilize itself, thus m.” he took a long sip of port. “whe down to it, drao, the fault rests ompletely with the two of you.”
“it’s not my fault,” drao muttered below his breath and his father hose to igatemehought of something. “what in merlin’s name am i going to say to him?”
luius raised an eyebrow. “say, drao? you doo say anything. i would reommend being ivil, but iy you doo do a thing. your part as a veriae is doh. unless yets in trouble you ould ignore his very existene.”
“i know that, but it’s just a bit awkonded.
“then be ivil. or, if y adventur agreeable. you might es.” the sarasm was lost on drao, who atually thought about the idea.
“i tried being agreeable ihat didn’t work.”
again luius found soe in his wine gss before speaking. “drao, you are a slytherin and malfoy, he doeso know that it’s you being agreeable.”
drao thought about that some more, and luius fouhankiy was rulihat drao was an only hild. luius didn’t think he ould haher one. fihe silene, luius spoke.
“i will be remaining at the mamas break; it appears that i seem i enough at this poiry.”
drao bit bak a grin at the drawled statement. he had problems pituring his father as “i” iion of the word, but thehings that the ministry did not.
luius wathed his son arefully, but drao didh o if he, drao, was going to go home to the manor for christmas break with his father…then harry would have to go as well. luius idly wondered if he’d been as this u drao’s age…and