11.

He wasn't entirely certain what woke him, or where he was, for that matter. The feeling under his arm and cheek was familiar: smooth skin, warm hard chest, Harry. His hip and shoulder were on something hard, however. He opened his eyes and blinked, wondering why he was staring into the shocked face of Hermione Granger.

"Granger? What are you doing here?" Then he realized he was naked and he looked around quickly. The top of the china cabinet (and how the fuck did they end up there?) didn't provide any cover, so he took a breath and attempted his best glare. "Right, well I think I'll just get us to Harry's room then, shall I? See you Monday, Granger."

He grabbed Harry's arm and Disapparated them both to Harry's bed before Granger could come to herself enough to speak. The dizziness of the Apparition didn't fade, and his breath came in short bursts. For all he'd been planning the getting caught for months, now that it was here he was struck by doubt. What would Granger say? Would she persuade Harry to move on – find someone else? They'd been shagging off and on for over a year now, but Harry had never done anything to move things forward regardless of what Draco tried.

And Draco didn't want to give him up. He loved the stupid git, and the thought of losing him caused his grip to tighten enough to wake Harry up.

"Mmm... morning..." Harry smiled up at him, eyes unfocussed.

Draco was grateful that Harry wasn't wearing his glasses, because he knew his expression was panicked. "Good morning, Harry." He took a breath to attempt to steady his voice, to suppress the tremor that wanted to break free. "Listen, we might have a bit of a problem with Granger. She saw us together just now."

"Hermione saw us? What was she doing in my room?" Harry blinked blearily around, one hand reaching out in the daily wake-up glasses-search.

Draco took an obvious breath, grabbing Harry's hand to stop the infernal patting—he had no idea where the glasses were. "Actually, Harry, we weren't in here. We were in the dining room. On top of the china cabinet." He sighed, rubbing his head to try and calm the pounding. He needed Harry to focus. "Don't ask me how we got up there, I really don't remember much after you Floo'd me last night."

Harry squeezed his hand and huffed briefly as he rolled onto his side, nuzzling into the pillow. "Yeah, I'd say we both were pretty pissed. And I was already on my way there before I even left the pub. All the guys wanted to buy a round. It was even worse than that time we went- wait!" Harry propped himself up on his elbow, grinning at Draco. "Did you just say we were on top of the china cabinet? Shit, well that's a new one!" He laughed and poked Draco in the ribs. Draco swatted half-heartedly at the hands, Harry's laughter beginning to loosen the knot of anxiety in his stomach. "Reminds me of the first time on your dad's desk. He'd hex my bollocks off if he found out about that."

Draco laughed. "Well then I'll be sure never to tell him. I like your bollocks right where they are, thank you." And the mention of bollocks always had a way of catching Harry's attention, and his smile turned darker. He reached up and began to run his fingers along Draco's ear, but Draco pulled his hand down again. "What about Granger?" He hated how uncertain his voice sounded, no matter how he tried to hide it. "What are you going to tell her?"

Harry sighed, pushing himself up until he was sitting beside Draco and wrapped an arm around him. "We'll tell her the truth. That we've been together for a year now, we're looking for a flat together, and there's nothing she or anybody else can do about it. I was going to tell her and Ron soon anyway. I'd have had to when I moved out, at the very least. Sneaking around with you and meeting in secret just turned out to be a lot hotter than I realized it would be. I'm surprised we managed to last as long as we did before being caught."

Draco felt his thoughts stutter to a stop. 'Together for a year'? 'Looking for a flat together'? Had he completely misjudged Harry's Gryffindorishness? Something about Harry's expression, watching Draco quietly, seemed to imply he had. He plastered on a careless expression to cover it. "Mmmm...our clandestine coupling has been rather hot, it's true. However, I'll be glad when I can hold your hand in public and let your many hoards of admirers know you're off the market." He closed his eyes briefly and breathed. Of course Harry wanted to keep him, who else would be willing to put up with his exhibitionistic tendencies?

Harry snorted a laugh, pulling Draco close and kissing him gently. "Well, now that Hermione knows there's no reason to try and hide it. I'm sure she'll be fine with us eventually, even if it takes her some getting used to. Hell, she can use my moving out as an excuse to finally get a place with Ron. Of course she'll be happy." Harry's expression sobered then. "Ron will most likely be another story. He can be a bit stubborn when he wants to be."

Draco leaned against Harry, nuzzling his shoulder. "Yes well, we Malfoys are persistent, determined and resourceful by nature; I'll win him over with my charm, you'll see. He won't know what hit him."

Harry laughed at that, kissing Draco again. "I'm counting on it. Ron's my best mate, but he'll just have to understand that you're it for me." He wagged a finger at Draco, grinning. "I expect you both to play nice." He climbed across Draco and out of bed before turning and tugging Draco's arm. "Now come on, let's take a long, hot shower together. I'm stiff all over from sleeping on the damn china cabinet."

Draco allowed Harry to pull him up. He leaned in close, smiling as Harry's breath caught when their cocks brushed together. "I expect I can give you a hand with that. I'll take care of your little, or should I say quite considerable, stiffness problem, and then we can get started showing your friends just how spectacular I am."

Harry leered at Draco, pulling him close for a snog before pulling back and giving him a smack on the arse. "Busy day ahead of you, then. Let me wash your back."

And he did.

- end -