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Hogwarts was very lonely because most of the students had gone to Hogsmeade, despite the cold and the sight of cloudy skies.
The eighth-year students were the first to decide to go for a walk around the village, some even went further afield, but it was Harry who was the only one who decided to stay in the school grounds.
So when Draco was able to escape Pansy's weekly shopping session, the sight of Harry Potter reading a Quidditch magazine in the eighth year common room was what greeted her.
“Didn't you go to London with Hermione and Weasley?”
With a wave of her wand and a quietly uttered spell, Draco arranged her shopping bags as she sat down on the same couch as Harry.
“Let's just say it's hard to be the third wheel in your best friends' relationship.”
Harry, without a second thought, tossed the magazine aside and placed a hand on Draco's bare thigh - thanks to the blessed skirt- making her smile.
“Well, today I had to put up with Pansy and Astoria sharing spit in every shop we were in. I hear you.”
“Hm, besides, not being able to do that with my girlfriend puts me off as well.”
Draco arched his eyebrow, "Is that so?”
Harry nodded, pouting, and Draco's heart skipped a beat, a tantalizing idea developing in her mind.
“We can work that out.”
Draco moved even closer to Harry and the hand Harry had on her thigh began to follow a more intimate path, making Draco squirm at the contact, until it stopped before it reached to touch her knickers.
“I have an idea.”
Harry withdrew his hand and stood up, as Draco gave him an enthusiastic look and mimicked his action.
“Your room or...?”
“I'll go get a jacket, the heat spell sometimes sucks, don't you think?”
“What?”
“Maybe you should take a coat or something, I think the weather will get worse.”
“I don't understand, I, well, I thought that...
“So eloquent, Lyra.”
The girl frowned and jokingly pinched the boy's forearm, who only laughed.
“That's my line, silly.”
Harry smirked at Draco's confusion.
“And you won't say anything about the name I used?”
The blonde rolled her eyes as she summoned her coat with a flick of her wand.
“Battle lost. I'd rather you call me by my middle name than my...”
“Draconis, yes, yes," with a single wave of his hand, Harry's coat was summoned and the boy quickly put it on. “It's a nice name, I didn't lie to you about that last time.”
“You're a show-off," the girl mentioned, pointing to the jacket and then putting on her own garment. “And I know it's not such a bad name, but I like the sound of it Draco. Just Draco.”
“All right, Draco," Harry pressed a kiss to his girlfriend's cheek and took her hand. “Now let's go on our impromptu date.”
Draco's eyes twinkled at the proposal, but then a tired look came over her beautiful features.
“Could you ask an elf friend of yours to take the bags to my room?”
Harry nodded and called Kreacher, who by Harry's orders had begun working at Hogwarts instead of spending his days alone at Grimmauld Place. Before Kreacher disappeared with the shopping bags, Harry winked at her in complicity.
When they reached a quiet part of the Quidditch pitch, there was a small table full of desserts and a couple of puff chairs. Draco didn't wait too long before helping herself to a slice of cake, looking delightedly at the rest of the desserts and deciding to take a seat.
“Should I thank Kreacher?”
“Hermione would say yes, but I don't think I can stand Kreacher praising you for more than two hours again.”
Harry helped himself to some treacle tart, delighting more in the sound of Draco's laughter than his favorite dessert of all time.
Calm washed over them as the minutes passed, talking about anything and everything they could. Sure, they'd been spending time together since almost the beginning of eighth year when they'd decided to make up... but since almost four months ago, when their relationship began, their time together had been diminished by the lack of control they'd had to level their physical contact. Not only that, but Hermione was giving them funny looks, Pansy was joking around too much, and Ron had that desperate look on his face that indicated how much he needed them to move on.
“It's getting closer and closer to getting out of here.”
Draco hummed in agreement.
“I'd like to talk about us.”
Harry's tone was so serious that Draco pushed her plate aside, as if her appetite had suddenly gone.
“Don't look like that, beautiful," Harry took Draco's hand, stroking it and then kissing it. “It's nothing bad.”
Draco exhaled in relief, "Go on, then.”
“I want to go public with our relationship. I know you think it's a bad idea, but...”
“Yes.”
“I want you in my life and I won't hide it just because of some idiots who think they have the right to...”
“Harry," she shook the boy with amusement, "I said yes.”
“Yes?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, I didn't think you'd say yes, and I didn't want to fight like last time.”
Draco was slow to answer, she had stood up to fix her gaze on the different types of chocolate on the table. After a few seconds, she decided on a few that she recognized from the label and sat back down, but on Harry's lap.
“It wasn't all a fight. In the end I understood your reasons and you agreed not to do something without consulting me or only intervene if it was necessary.”
The boy nodded, burying his head in Draco's neck and inhaled his girlfriend's distinctive scent in fascination. Then he pulled away to look at her.
“I know, I know. You're not some damsel in distress who needs saving," Harry laughed along with Draco at what Draco said, "but you know how I am, I want to help you as much as I can. More than that, I want you to be okay and feel safe with us.”
“I appreciate that, I really do.”
“Wrong there," he said mockingly, causing Draco to frown, "Where's my Slytherin girl?”
Understanding, Draco continued the taunt, "Oh, right. I've got the Chosen One at my feet and ready to send any idiot who messes with me to the infirmary. Though you know, I think I should take advantage of it a little more.”
“I wouldn't say no to that.”
“Hm, I can think of a few things you could do for me.”
“Tell me what it is and you know I'll do it.”
Draco felt her cheeks redden at the implication, but she took a calming breath and stirred a little on her boyfriend's lap. When it was Harry's turn to blush and tense up, she smiled triumphantly.
Harry placed a hand on Draco's knee, slowly inching forward until he stopped and Draco groaned unconformable.
“Can I kiss you?”
Draco didn't respond verbally or gesturally. She simply moved closer to Harry and connected their lips. As the minutes passed, the kiss escalated as Harry's fingers began to stroke Draco over the fabric of her panties. Draco moaned, begging for more until....
“Fuck!”
The rain suddenly poured down, causing Draco to rise from her comfortable seat as Harry cleaned his glasses.
Quickly, Draco cast a protective spell over the things, knowing that Kreacher would be able to pick everything up in a matter of seconds afterward. By the time Harry had finished battling with his glasses, Draco had conjured up a magical umbrella.
With some regret, they both ran over and shared a chuckle or two at the silliness of the situation. Almost there, Harry stopped, and Draco with him.
“Tired, Potter?”
Harry shook his head, taking the umbrella from Draco's hand.
“But...”
“Only I can think of a date on the Quidditch pitch.”
Draco pretended to hide her amusement, failing in the attempt, "It was nice, you respected that sometimes I can't be in the Menagerie.”
“You'll kill me for this, but you're a lover of romance, even if you deny it. It won't be that nice, I guess, though you could cross it off the list of things we've yet to do.“
Without giving Draco time to think of a response, Harry lowered the umbrella, letting the rain fall on them. Fortunately, the rain had calmed down a bit compared to minutes before.
“Harry!”
Draco's impeccably beautiful hair was messed up by the rain, Harry watched in fascination, not caring that the rain was giving his already messy hair the same treatment.
“Oh, silly," Draco moved closer to Harry, placing a hand on the boy's cheek. “It's possibly the most cliché and cheesy thing to say and...”
“Draco, I want to kiss you right now.”
“Do it.”
Harry closed the space between their lips and his hands rested on Draco's waist. During the time the kiss lasted, everything else disappeared.
“I'm going to need a nice hot shower after this," Draco moaned with a grin on her face.
“I could join you.”
“Yes?”
“Merlin's sake.”
Harry, unable to contain himself, kissed her again, pouring all his desire into the action.
Draco managed the kiss until it stopped. Little did she care that his hair was wet and his nice coat was in the same state, with a wink towards her boyfriend, she began to walk away from Harry.
“Let's see who gets there first, Potter.”
And Draco broke into a run, her cheeks flushed not only from the cold, but from the thrill of having kissed Harry in a peculiar setting. Harry didn't even conjure up another umbrella, he just ran after his girlfriend, catching up with her at the entrance.
When he was able to take her hand, he kissed her on the cheek and they ran to the eighth year rooms without stopping to laugh.