It's been a few weeks since the last chapter, but I've been celebrating the end of my exams in Spain with some friends, so I think that counts as an excuse I'd like to take a moment to thank everyone who has taken the time to read this story, and to review it – I now have over 1,000 reviews, which makes me very happy. This chapter's pretty short, and mostly fluff, but it's a filler before all the good angsty stuff comes, so play nice…please.
Chapter 41: A Moment
Draco and Harry were sitting with Narcissa and Marie, chewing on toast and chatting about what each person had been up to, when, out of the corner of his eye, Draco noticed Harry attempting to stifle a yawn.
"Mum, is it okay if we take our stuff upstairs and get some sleep? Long flight and all."
Narcissa smiled at her son. "Of course. Marie has set up the room next to yours for Harry."
"There are fresh towels in the airing cupboard," added Marie.
"Thank you very much for the tea and toast," said Harry, covering up another yawn, as Draco tugged his hand and pulled him up from her seat.
Draco led Harry up the looming staircase, explaining, "You looked pretty tired, so I thought I'd get you out of there."
Harry grinned in response, "You are my saviour."
They climbed the rest of the stairs in silence, and continued down the hall, until Draco stopped in front of a large, dark brown wooden door.
"This is your room, Master Potter," quipped Draco, mimicking Ken's accent.
He pushed the door open to reveal a large room, probably about twice as big as Harry's room at home, decorated entirely in cream and beige, with a king sized bed in the middle.
"You'll catch flies," commented Draco, seeing Harry's open mouth.
"It's amazing, Dray."
Draco shrugged, walking inside the room and beckoning Harry to follow him. "I suppose."
Harry flopped on to the bed; his eyes shut, and held his hand out towards Draco. "Come here baby."
Draco lay down next to Harry, and twined his fingers with the dark haired boys, stroking his thumb lightly over the warm skin.
"Dray, what was it like growing up here?"
Draco stayed silent, and Harry thought maybe he hadn't heard him, but then, he replied, "I didn't grow up here…not really. I spent a lot of time in boarding schools. And when I came home for the summer, I didn't really see my parents a lot. Marie brought me up, mostly. I had my friends, too, though. Well…I say friends. We all went to respectable schools, and our parents all knew each others parents, and we were all spoilt brats."
Harry said nothing, but tightened his grip on Draco's hand, knowing no words were needed.
"I'm jealous of you, Har. You got your family around you, and you guys all love each other, so much."
"You're family love you too."
"I know. We just don't show emotion much in this family. Or at all."
"You have me now. And you'll have a hard time trying to make me stop showing you and telling you how much I love you."
Draco smiled and turned his head to look at Harry. "I love you too."
"Damn straight," remarked Harry, as he moved to kiss Draco.
"Much as I'd love to stay here kissing you, nature calls," said Draco, standing up from the bed.
Harry wrinkled his nose. "Lovely."
As Draco left the room, Harry yawned again and closed his eyes, turning on to his side, and curling in the foetal position.
"Now, where were we?" joked Draco as he re-entered Harry's room. "Har?"
Draco smiled to himself, and crawled along the bed to lie next to Harry, positioning his body around the other boy's, burying his face in the crook of his neck, and breathing in the scent of shampoo, Harry's aftershave, and his own cigarettes. He realised that it didn't matter how he felt about his house, or how he'd grown up – what was important was home.
"You're my home," he whispered into Harry's ear, before finally letting sleep overcoming him.
Well that was…yes…reviews please I promise, a lot of action coming soon.