"Why are you our chaperone?" Harry demanded.
"Any family member can be a chaperone." Draco told him, his voice dripping with self-importance. "I am older than you, after all."
"By eight weeks!" Harry pointed out incredulously.
"I'm still older and thus, I still qualify as a suitable chaperone, now come on."
Harry groaned and stood up. He took Rabastan's hand and glared Draco down when he rose an eyebrow at the move.
"Where are we going?" Harry asked as he followed Draco through the house, holding tight to Rabastan's hand going up the stairs when his betrothed slowed down and struggled a little to climb the numerous steps. He was angry with Draco for walking so fast and up so many stairs when he knew that Rabastan would find it difficult.
"The library, just because you have finished all of your homework, doesn't mean that I have." Harry grinned, cheering up a little. He loved the library, which is something that he'd never thought that he'd ever say, but the Malfoy library was cosy, warm, and secluded. The loveseats inside were also small, he and Rabastan would be touching shoulder to hip to knee sat together on one of those seats.
They reached the library and Harry settled Rabastan down on a seat, as he was looking a little pale and shaky, before he sat next to him.
"Here, read this." Draco threw a book at Harry and he caught it reflexively.
Harry scoffed, but he opened the book and he snuggled into Rabastan, a cushion behind his head and he started reading aloud softly.
It was all about Arithmancy, so it was terribly boring, yet it was interesting all the same because it was all new to him, he just wished that it wasn't such a clinical textbook, but he did his best to make it interesting for Rabastan. Rabastan's hand in his hair was very nice though and Harry felt like he didn't want to move as he rested against the older man and let those strong, shaky fingers tug and massage his hair and scalp as he read from the textbook. Now and then Rabastan would tug too hard or his fingers would spasm and dig into his head, but he ignored these instances and carried on reading, not drawing any attention to the little slips.
"You have a lovely voice." Rabastan told him as he bent over him to whisper softly to him when Harry had paused to take a breath. He kissed Harry's hair and nuzzled the top of his head. Harry heard him inhaling gently, as if smelling him and he was very glad that he'd taken a shower that morning.
"This must be terribly boring for you." Harry said with a grimace. "I'm reading from a textbook after all." "Not at all. I always liked Arithmancy. Having it read to me instead of trying to read it myself helps me keep track of the information. It's nice not having to struggle through it on my own. No one has ever read anything to me before."
Harry smiled and then turned back to the book, reading slowly and softly. At least until Pimsey popped into the room and announced that lunch was almost ready.
Harry closed the book and stole a quick kiss from Rabastan as Draco was packing up his own books. Rabastan grinned as Harry gave him a sly wink before helping the man to his feet.
They walked with Draco escorting them, hand in hand…well, they were touching from shoulder to hip, or Harry was at least, seeing as Rabastan was a foot taller than he was, but they were brushing and snuggling together like honeymoon lovers as they made their way to the formal dining room. "Will you two stop that?" Draco snapped. "It's sickening."
"No more sickening than when I had to sit and watch Pansy's hand caress your lap on the train." Harry said with narrowed eyes. "At least I'm betrothed to Rabastan."
Draco had the grace to flush, but his silvery eyes glared at Harry and promised him retribution.
"Do you want to play Quidditch tomorrow?" Harry asked suddenly and seemingly randomly, but it had actually been a planned question to disarm Draco.
Visibly taken aback, it took a few moments for Draco to recover, as Harry had wanted.
"If you wish." He answered after a few moment's pause. "Will you have the time?" "Of course. I have nothing but time, unlike you. I need to keep up my toned flexibility and speed for the match against Hufflepuff in March."
"It'll be cold." Draco warned. "It's been snowing here."
Harry nodded. He'd seen the snow through his bedroom window that morning. "That's alright, it's nothing we aren't already used to. You need to get used to the snow anyway, your next match is against Ravenclaw in February, it's likely to be freezing cold and snowing then too."
Draco nodded. "We're going to flatten Ravenclaw."
"Good luck." Harry said with a smile. "I'll be cheering for you."
"A Gryffindor cheering for a Slytherin." Draco snorted. "Well, I suppose you are my brother. I need to show you some support." Harry said with a crooked grin.
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