Potter!

Revenge plan

The sun streamed in through the curtains as Draco's eyes fluttered open. Harry's arm lay across his chest as he slept peacefully beside him. He had no idea what time it was, or where he was for that matter. It was the best night's sleep he'd had in a long time. And he supposed it was probably Harry's too from the cute snoring sounds he made.

The memories of the night before came flooding back and plastered a huge smile across his face. The feeling of Harry's warm body pressed against his felt like it was part of a dream. But as the dark-haired boy lay beside him, breathing, and alive, he felt his heart do a backflip. Harry was alive. 

He thought he might have fallen back asleep for a second but when he heard the door open, his eyes opened and he shot up. Harry followed suit, raising his wand, his chest heaving.

"Merlin, Ron. I almost killed you." 

Ron smirked, eyeing Draco up and down, as he tried to pull the covers over his bare body.

"Blimey that's a sight I never thought I'd have to see." 

Harry chuckled, setting his wand down and pulling Draco close, "I don't know what happened to knocking..." 

"Sorry mate, 'Mione wanted me to let you know we have to move."

Draco sighed, the matter of his father was something he didn't want to address right now, ruining the warm sunny morning. He wished he would stay in bed with Harry all day. But he was glad Ron seemed to have changed his tune on their relationship. There were no more disgusting comments and sneers every time they were together. He even shot him a small smile and a wink as he left the room. 

Harry swung his legs over the edge of the bed and started dressing. Draco did the same, though his eyes never left Harry's figure, gazing up and down and having to cool himself down before he got too excited again. He really did drive him crazy.

"No time for that," Harry noted with a smirk, nodding to his noticeable bulge. Draco blushed, feeling the warmth move from his crotch to his face.

Once they were dressed, Hermione set out a plan of action on the table, her wand pointing to places Draco didn't recognise and Harry was nodding, mumbling under his breath.

"I know where he'll be," Draco piped up from the chair by the window. He had been staring at the muggles outside, letting his mind wander.

"We've been looking for months, tracking him while he's been trying to track us..." Hermione pursed her lips, looking at him with that stern look she always had.

Ron stood up, "To be honest I don't know why we didn't involve him before, he'll know all the places that ferret would hide." Draco appreciated that he was no longer the ferret and Ron had moved to mocking his father.

Harry's eyes fixed on him, filled with ambition. Though he wasn't sure he liked that part about him. It was nearly always getting him killed. But that wasn't about to happen this time.

"There's another place. My father managed to keep this place secret, from the Ministry, even from," He paused for a second, "Voldemort." 

Harry's eyes bore into him and he could feel the other's staring straight through him. It was almost as though they could feel everything he was feeling and see everything he was thinking. He felt so vulnerable. 

"Where?" Ron piped up, clearly he couldn't give Draco a second to pause and leave that Malfoy mystery in the air. 

"First we need a plan. He probably won't be alone. Not if he's hunting Harry and out for the kill." Draco's mind raced at that word. Despite Harry having died and come back to life more times than he thought possible, though he didn't count the last one he had yet to explain, he doubted it was immortality. Even the likes of Potter could not escape death when it chased him around like a relentless dog chasing a butterfly. Selfishly, he really did hope that he was somehow a miracle or an immortal being. Draco couldn't take another possible death.

"I'll call the others," Hermione said firmly. 

Faces he didn't recognise apparated into the room over the next hour. He assumed they were aurors. To be honest their presence terrified him as an ex-death-eater. Not to mention the fact they were hunting his father, his blood and his family, though now he questioned if he even wanted to call Lucius his family. He had tried to kill the person he loved most. 

Harry's warm embrace stole him away from his dark thoughts and brought him back to reality for a moment. "Are you alright Dray?" He was soft-spoken and clearly attempting to lessen Draco's feelings of anger towards him, which he couldn't. He was still seething underneath it all, knowing about Potter's decision to pretend he was dead.

"I'm fine." He replied, leaning into the hug.

"I can tell that you aren't..." Harry trailed off as he was interrupted by a large, stocky auror, bounding towards them.

"Mr Malfoy, are you quite certain your father will be hiding there?" 

Draco shivered, he'd seen this man's face before. It was at the manor when Harry... well whatever happened. "It's the only place I can think of that they haven't looked before, it was very private, only pureblooded Malfoys knew the place. So no, I'm not certain but it could very well be his hideout."

The man nodded sternly and turned his back on them both, leaving Draco for more questioning.

"So what's wrong Dray, please just tell me. Communicate..." 

Draco furrowed his eyebrows in anger and almost disgust at the boy before him, "what the hell do you mean communicate, Potter?"

Harry stepped back, "I just meant..."

"No. I may have been cuddly last night, but you aren't getting that from me now. I thought you were dead," Draco's voice cracked as if he were about to cry, "For months! The others knew you were alive and they lied to me too. Enough with this, 'it was to protect you', bullshit! You haven't even told me how you survived, let alone what happened to you. You were out here, while I was grieving, and blaming myself for you being gone!"

Tears filled Harry's eyes, "There aren't enough apologies in the world for what I've done Dray..." 

"I'm not done, Potter. I felt like I was going bloody crazy when I found out you might be alive. I was told I was," he shot Hermione a glare, "and you don't even have the decency to grant me an explanation. Did you even think of me while you were off playing death-eater hunter? Do you even love me...?" 

Draco felt like his face was on fire. Everyone had turned to look at him, but his anger had kept him going. Hermione tried coming over to comfort him, but he was beyond that now. He couldn't tell who he hated more for lying to him. All the emotions had boiled up inside him over the months, and it felt as though he might explode or steam might come out of his ears.

"I'll tell you." Harry lowered his head. "I'll tell you what happened if you promise to stop shouting at me." 

Draco looked at the boy, anger being replaced with love once again. He would forgive Harry in a heartbeat. He had already forgiven him for things he had done, and anything he might do in the future a long time ago. That's what love was.