Love Bites (Harry Potter: Official Dragon Tamer, Part One)

A Second Helping of Breakfast and New Beginnings

Friday Evening
04 September 2009
Draco's POV

"I can't believe you told them that!" Harry yelled, rounding on me, eyes hurling green fire, chest heaving, the lights in my flat flickering dangerously.

"You calling me kitten is... it's... well, it isn't for them," he accused, fists clenching at his sides, the anger in his eyes slowly fading to hurt.

"It's private," he added, brow furrowing, those impossibly green eyes still staring up at me as I took a cautious step towards Harry, reaching to place my hands hesitantly on his hips.

Luckily, he melted into my embrace, hands sliding up my chest to wrap around my neck, face nuzzling into the crook of my neck as I slid my own hands up and around to trace reassuring circles on his back.

"Harry, love, I'm sorry. Really, I am... I didn't mean to," I explained again. "I accidentally left my mobile on the table... which I shouldn't have done. Blaise saw when you called."

I sighed and pressed a kiss to the top of his head, inhaling the scent of his... well... my shampoo and him as I did so.

"I just thought it'd be better if you didn't show up in my mobile as Harry Potter should you send me a naughty text or something," I admitted, chuckling softly, still holding Harry close to me, hands tracing slower circles and finally settling, one at the small of his back, the other cradling his head, gently massaging the nape of his neck and base of his skull.

Harry gave a half-hearted "hrmph" as he leaned into the massage, angling his head up to look at me.

"Well, that certainly backfired," he quipped, giving me a small smile, and I sighed an inward sigh of relief.

I had no delusions that Harry and I would have this perfect, blissful relationship and knew that there would be rows.

Many of them.

Frightening ones.

Spectacular ones.

To be honest, I was willing to wager half the Malfoy fortune that the other inhabitants in my building were soon going to be complaining about frequent rolling blackouts.

And, while inevitable, I really wasn't looking forward to any of it.

Except, perhaps, the make-up sex.

That would also be spectacular, I had no doubt.

But, for now, with our relationship so new, and, if I was being entirely honest, not even fully confirmed, I was hoping to keep that first row at bay for the time being.

I returned the smile and turned Harry to steer him towards the couch, mentally turning the telly on to an episode of The Office.

I had enjoyed the original version, so I wasn't enjoying the US version so far, but Harry insisted it got better after season one, so I indulged.

I urged him to sit sideways on the couch and settled myself behind him, left leg drawing up to settle around the other side of him, nestling him between my thighs as I began to knead the muscles in his shoulders.

After a few moments, he sighed and leaned back, and I ran my hands down his arms, coming to clasp his hands in his lap, pressing another kiss just above his left ear.

We sat in silence for a bit, watching as Jim on the telly rallied his co-workers to participate in a hilariously kooky version of what he called Office Olympics.

I'd spent enough time in the Muggle world by now to understand what the Olympics were, having been introduced to this paramount of Muggle sport back in 2004 when the bloke I'd been dating had been obsessed with that American swimmer. You know the one.