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“Watch out!” He heard Draco yell and he pulled on the handle of the Firebolt in an attempt to swerve out of the way. It wasn’t enough.

The air seemed to shift around him, and he was pushed under the branch. He could hear Draco hiss as one of his wings scraped the underside of the branch and both boys fell towards the ground and landed in an undignified heap. They rolled, Harry losing control of his Firebolt, which skittered away a few feet before coming to a standstill. Harry braced his arms against the soft grassy ground to fight their momentum and the two stopped with Harry’s arms on either side of Draco’s head, their legs entangled in the soft grass, Draco’s wings spread out on the grass around them, and his mouth a few inches above Draco’s own.

Harry froze, his eyes locking on the silver-gray pools that were looking up at him with no trace of a sneer. Just looking.

The clearing, the forest itself, was silent, waiting for what would happen next. Slowly, as if fast movement would break the stillness, one hand rose to caress the nape of Harry’s neck, pulling him down slightly as Draco’s body rose underneath him. Their lips met in the silence of the clearing. Harry relaxed and, leaning into the kiss, turned chaste more passionate.

Draco’s wings, silken curtains of night, came up to wrap around Harry’s body in a way so similar to his dreams. Draco’s mouth began to explore his neck, trailing wet kisses down to his collar bone before returning to Harry’s mouth again.

Harry’s fingers trailed down the sharp aristocratic jaw line and down to the nape of Draco’s neck to tangle in the soft platinum strands. His mouth followed his fingers to Draco’s ear, pausing to whisper, “Is this you or the Veriae?”

Silver eyes caught his own. “Both.”

“Good.” And any other words Harry might have said were lost to Draco’s mouth on his own.

Chapter 26: Eye of Newt and Slips of Yew

Harry couldn’t contain a smirk rivaling Draco’s patented one when the Daily Prophet belatedly began to report the attacks. By now it was obvious that they were Death Eater attacks. One of the more recent ones had been the destruction of a small muggle town and the Dark Mark had been prominent in the sky. No one could pretend now, that they were just freak accidents or technical malfunctions, at least not in the Wizarding World. Still, as the number of attacks grew, the students began to get visibly tense and edgy. Parents began writing more often, just to check that their son or daughter was safe and to say that they themselves were safe. Whispers in the halls about the attacks became louder as students wondered whose family would be the first to be attacked.

Draco woke to a strange numb sensation in his left leg and realized that he couldn’t feel anything lower than his thigh. Blinking blearily in the dim light, he attempted to sit up only to find that he couldn’t move much in that way either. The cause of this was the other person in the bed, who was still sleeping soundly, his arms wrapped around Draco’s torso and his legs wrapped around Draco’s left leg.

“Potter,” Draco gently pushed Harry. No reaction. “Harry.” He tried again.

Harry muttered something that he couldn’t understand into his stomach.

“Harry, I need you to unwind yourself from my left leg. I can’t feel it any more.”

With the effort of one who was more asleep than awake, Harry rolled slightly to the left…the opposite direction of what Draco had been aiming for.

“Harry, having your lower body situated between my legs does not help me get out of bed faster.”

Draco heard a more intelligent mumble this time, “Can’t believe you said that with a straight face,” but ignored it. Again Harry rolled to the left and off of Draco’s legs entirely. However, he was still using Draco’s upper body as a pillow.

“Harry—” Draco began to point this out but was cut off.