Good Intentions

Chapter 9: Revelations

"You consider that small?" Draco asked Harry sometime later, when he was forced to break the kiss in order to catch his breath.

Harry's teeth gleamed. "I have stamina."

Draco snorted. "I bet you do."

"I wish Madame Pomfrey would have come in. Then she would have believed me about what I told her earlier."

"I, for one, am glad she didn't," Draco said while yawning. "Now go to sleep, you've worn me out enough tonight. Besides, Madame Pomfrey will have my head if you don't get your rest."

"If you insist," Harry mumbled sleepily, burrowing down under the covers. "Good night Draco," he said, finding Draco's hand and holding onto it.

"Good night." Draco drifted off to sleep sometime later wondering if it would be different when Harry was back to 'normal'... If Harry could ever be considered anything close to normal.

***

It was a week later, and Harry and Draco were in Astronomy Class with the Slytherins. It was Harry's turn to attend classes with the Slytherins, and it turned out to be a very interesting experience to say the least.

The Slytherins could be even more hostile and spiteful when they wanted to be... Draco must have taught them well, Harry mused.

Draco was pointedly ignoring the lot of them, talking only with Harry... this surprised even Harry a little.

"We should have known he would betray us the first chance he got," Pansy Parkinson sneered. "I'm surprised he actually has any brains left. Everyone knows he and Potter have been shagging senseless for weeks now."

The Slytherins all laughed at this... well, all of them except Malfoy who was carrying on a conversation with Harry acting like he hadn't heard them.

"Who would have ever guessed? The Prince of Slytherin, a bloody fag," the silence around the room was deafening, but Draco adamantly kept his back turned the whole time. He was having a rather hard time not turning around and hexing every single one of them though. Harry on the other hand, turned defiantly in his seat and faced the Slytherins.

"Take it back," Harry, said coolly.

"Harry, don't listen to them. Just forget about it." Harry however, held his ground.

"I said, take it back."

Pansy along with the other Slytherins started laughing. "Like you scare me Potter," she scoffed.

"You may not be now... but you will be, just wait," Harry threatened. He turned back around in his chair, continuing his conversation with Draco as if nothing had happened.

***

"Draco?" Harry asked sleepily, later that night. Draco was sitting on one end of the couch with Harry sprawled out on the rest, his head in Draco's lap.

"Hmm?" Draco asked lazily, playing with the curls in Harry's hair, which were still wet because they had both taken a shower less than thirty minutes ago.

"What's going to happen when people find out that Dumbledore hasn't re-bonded us yet?"

"I don't know," Draco admitted. "Though it isn't any of their business to begin with."

"I think we need to talk to Ron and Hermione soon," Harry said abruptly.

"About...?" Draco asked curiously, allowing Harry to sit up a little and snuggle into his side.

"Us," Harry said, sighing contentedly and relaxing into Draco's arms.

Harry and Draco had never really discussed what 'they' were, but both were very comfortable around each other, and obviously there was more than friendship between them... whatever it was.

"What would you tell them?" Draco asked, wanting to know Harry's answer before he gave his own.

"That I trust you... and that we are really good friends, and surprisingly have a lot more in common that people might think."

"I think they could handle that," Draco said, slightly disappointed.

"And that I like you... a lot," Harry added.

Draco's body tensed slightly at this. "Oh?" He asked, trying to keep his voice even.

A big grin formed on Harry's face, as he looked up at Draco, his eyes focusing on the blonde boy. Harry's hand softly grazed Draco's cheek before he pulled Draco's face down to his for a kiss. It started out as a gentle and reassuring kiss, but quickly turned into something more passionate as Draco's lips parted and allowed Harry's tongue to slip inside.

A few minutes later... "Got any doubts?" Harry asked, his eyes alight with passion.

Draco smirked at Harry. "None."

***

A good while later, Draco was tugging on Harry's hand, trying to get him to go to bed. "I'm tired," Draco whined. "It's been a very long and stressful week on both of us."

"I need to send off an owl before I forget," he said, leading Draco over to one of their 'work' desks where there was fresh parchment, a few quills, and an ink well. He hastily scribbled a note, folded it up, and stuffed it in his pocket.

"Now, let us get you into bed before you pass out on me. I need to go and send this letter."

"At this time of night?" Draco asked incredulously.

Harry raised an eyebrow grinning. "Drey, it's only 8:30."

"Well it feels later than that," Draco grumbled.

"So are you going to come with me?" Harry asked, slowly massaging Draco's shoulders and working his way down his back.

Draco shivered and let out a small moan when Harry's strong hand started massaging his lower back, hitting a sensitive spot just below his waistline. "Do I have to?" Harry moved even lower. "Mm... fine. I owe you a favor anyway, remember?"

"Oh, no. This isn't my favor. I'll have to think of something good for that."

***

"It's cold," Draco complained on their way to the owlery.

"You can always find something to complain about, can't you?" Harry asked, putting his arm around Draco's waist, pulling him close.

"I do my best," Draco smirked. "Ooh, you're warm," Draco said. "Why do you get to be warm when I'm always cold?"

"Just lucky I guess. Plus there's that whole Boy-Who-Lived thing. There has to be a few perks from that, right?" Harry was beaming. Draco slid his arm around Harry, trying to steal some of his warmth.

"So what is this letter that's so important you just had to send it tonight, hmm?" Draco asked curiously.

"It's to Ron and Hermione," Harry said simply. "I asked if they wanted to meet up with us tonight in Hogsmeade."

Draco raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"Well we said we needed to talk to them and what better place on a Friday night than Hogsmeade?"

"If you say so..." Draco said, pouting slightly.

"Scared are you?" Harry teased, as he spotted Hedwig on the second shelf and called to her. "Afraid you might get caught?"

"Of course not," Draco said loftily. "Just make sure you have plenty of ice with you to try and cool Weasley off with after you tell him," Draco warned.

"Don't be ridiculous," Harry said as Hedwig fluttered down and landed on his arm. "Take this to Ron for me, will you?" he said, kindly stroking her back a few times affectionately. He tied the note quickly to her outstretched leg. She nipped his finger playfully, eyed Draco curiously, gave a loud hoot, and then flew out the open window.

"You really don't think Weasley will be upset with you?" Draco asked skeptically, raising an eyebrow.

"Of course he will be," Harry admitted. "But he is a good enough friend that I will make him understand... and Hermione too. He will, won't he?" Harry asked timidly.

"I hope so," Draco said quietly, watching Hedwig as she became smaller and smaller until she finally disappeared out of sight.

***

"Something's come up," Dumbledore said, unsticking a lemon drop from its wrapper.

"Oh?"

"I'm afraid so," Dumbledore said.

"What is it? There's nothing wrong with Harry, is there?" Sirius asked worriedly.

"Not now anyway."

Sirius jumped out of his seat. "What happened to Harry? And why the hell doesn't anyone ever tell me anything concerning him?" Sirius howled.

"Well it wasn't anything too dire Sirius," Dumbledore said, amused by Sirius' outburst.

"What is so damn funny?" Sirius demanded.

"You still haven't changed a bit. Always jumping to conclusions, just like when you went to school."

Sirius pointedly sat down in his chair, but didn't calm down any.

"Harry is fine. Last week he had an 'incident' I guess you could say at Quidditch practice."

Sirius sighed in relief. "Is there anything else? Or can I go to my godson now?"

"Well, first of all, if I'm not mistaken, neither he nor Mr. Malfoy are in the castle right now... and actually there is one more small little thing. " He then proceeded to tell Sirius about Harry and Draco's punishment they had been serving during the past few weeks.

***

"Ron, Hermione, over here!" Harry called. He and Draco had already gotten a table for the four of them in one of the back corners of The Three Broomsticks. Ron and Hermione waved, both grinning from ear to ear as they made their way to the back table.

"Hey guys," Hermione said brightly as she sat down, Ron pushed her chair in for her, then sat down himself.

"Good to see you mate," Ron said to Harry. "Malfoy," Ron added, nodding his head slightly at him.

"Weasley, Granger." He said politely, which startled even Harry a little. "Shall I get the drinks?" Draco asked. "What do you two want?"

"Butterbeer," Hermione replied.

"Anything," Ron shrugged. "It doesn't matter."

Draco stood up and looked expectantly at Harry who seemed oblivious to Draco's hinting. "Aren't you forgetting something Harry?"

"What?" Harry said dumbfounded. "Ohh.. Silly me." He stood up and followed Draco to the front counter to see Madame Rosmerta.

"See, I told you that you could do it," Hermione said, smirking slightly. "If Malfoy is making the effort to be nice to us, the least we can do is the same for him, and Harry as well. I think it means a whole lot to Harry that we get along with Malfoy."

"Why would Harry care whether or not we like Malfoy?" Ron asked confusedly, but Hermione didn't have time to answer. Harry and Draco had returned and were laughing together loudly, perhaps at some inside joke between the two of them. Their hands full of drinks, they sat them down on the table and then plopped down onto their bench across from Ron and Hermione who had puzzled looks on their faces.

"Here is your butterbeer," Malfoy said, handing Hermione a warm glass bottle.

"And for you Ron," Harry pushed a frothing tankard in Ron's direction.

Harry took his own, looking much the same as Ron's and drank a large gulp, choking a bit in the process.

"What is it?" Ron asked eagerly.

"Fire Whiskey, Weasley," Draco said, sipping on his own, though not choking as Harry had. He had obviously had it before, as Harry had not and hadn't known what to expect. "Ever had it before Weasley?"

Ron shook his head anxiously. He sipped at it tentatively at first, then began to drink in gulps once he had gotten accustomed to the bittersweet taste.

Two tankards of Fire Whiskey and a butterbeer later, all four were sitting around the table feeling rather content and relaxed.

"Ron," Hermione said, laying her hand on his arm. "Don't you think you've had enough for one night?"

"Aww, come on 'Mione. Try some for yourself." He shoved his almost empty tankard in front of her.

She scrunched up her nose. "No thanks." She did however take a sip of her butterbeer before continuing. "Now, I believe we have been missing the point of this little get together... as fun as it has been," she added smiling.

"Well, you are right of course," Harry said. "We brought you here to tell you something."

"What's that?" Hermione asked. Ron was still interested in his drink and obviously wasn't paying attention.

"Harry and I are getting married," Draco drawled in his old, lazy tone of voice.

Ron fell out of his chair. "You two are WHAT?"

***