Last & First Day

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By Melancholy

'Accio suitcase.'

'Lazy, aren't we?'

'I don't see you getting your fat ass off my bed to help me pack,' Harry said, straightening from a doubled-over squatting position with a grimace.

'I'd hate to deprive you of the exercise,' Draco drawled in reply, his words somewhat muffled from lying face down on his stomach.

'So you've decided to think of my welfare for once. Heavens, what a treat.'

'Don't be bitchy on the last day of school, Harry-kins. It's the first day of our lives.'

'You just really like to irk me, don't you?' From his vantage point Harry gazed critically down at his redolent lover- red sheets pooling around ivory limbs like the dramatic backcloth one finds in classical portraits. A few months ago he had told Draco he'd found the perfect phrase to describe the Slytherin's body language- he'd told him he was effortlessly contrived- and had been delighted when the Slytherin displayed a rare fit of genuine anger at his words.

The object of his glare merely smiled benignly and flipped over on his back, hugging a scarlet pillow to his chest as he reminisced. 'To think that when you first arrived at Hogwarts, you were such a quivering, sunshiny thing.'

'I remembered that you were an insufferable prat. Not that anything's changed.'

'Of course it has. You've added insufferably charming to your list,' Draco said with a boneless, suggestive roll to his shoulders

'But of course,' Harry wryly replied as Draco closed his eyes and arched his neck up to the trailing fingers tracing out the line of his jaw. 'While you find me exquisitely useful,' he finished in a half-cruel, half amused tone that Draco was sure he did not pick up hanging out with Gryffindorks. Perhaps he shouldn't have invited Harry down to the dungeons quite that often- Harry had adapted to what they now both called Slytherinism a lot quicker and a lot more effortlessly than Draco himself had anticipated, and he has yet to decide to be smug or worried about it.

The Slytherin kept his eyes closed. 'Today's your day off.'

'Come, come now. First day of our lives, Draco! Lets start it with a little more honesty,' Harry mocked. 'See if we can beat the odds.'

'Well as you can see, I've absolutely nothing up my sleeves-' said the blond, holding up his naked arms. '-or anywhere else, for that matter.'

'I know you didn't invite the press, no,' Harry said mildly. 'Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to bring all of your junk downstairs.' Harry said. 'Wingardium Leviosa! Wengardium- Oh, fucking rise a little higher, you stupid piece of God-useless baggage.'

'You shouldn't have packed your wand in, wandless abilities or otherwise.'

'And thank you fucking much for not helping me, you lazy bastard.' Harry scowled as the overstuffed trunk bobbed and bumped against the wall, an inch short of clearing the portrait hole.

'The pass word is dona nobis pacem.' Draco relinquished after a moment, almost as an afterthought. The trunk suddenly shed its sluggish movements and veered violently though the portrait hole, almost knocking Harry out of the way.

'Nobody but you would use a heavyweight spell as a security feature.'

'Nobody but me would have thought of it.'

'Yes, Draco. You think of everything.'

'Are you mocking me?'

'I highly doubt that it will escape any of the fifty-odd reporters standing outside Hogwarts that I just happened to be levitating a Slytherin green trunk with the Malfoy crest to the station.'

'I'll be along shortly,' Draco voice was sleepy.

'Probably at the eleventh hour to make the most the shock value of whatever inappropriate comment your brain devises? The next time your opportunist self divines anything diabolical that involves the media I want in on it, dammit,' said the Gryffindor as he disappeared through the wall.

'I would if I had more faith in your acting skills,' Draco said, religiously innocently.

'I wish that it was all you lacked faith in,' Harry's disembowelled voice floated back up from stairs as the portrait hole swung close again.

A muffled silence, a heartbeat, a silver flash of guilt, and Draco laughed out loud.

'He's always cantankerous,' Draco said conversationally to the pillow on his chest. 'I bet he never appreciates you either.' He petted the silently acquiescing cushion. 'Mmm. If it wasn't for love I wouldn't put with it either.'

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