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Itwasn’taquick,lightkisseither.HesuckedHarry’slowerlipbetweenhisownandbitdowngently.HarrygaspedandthenMalfoy’stonguewasinhismouth,sweepingacrosshisteethandtanglingwithhisown.Harrykissedbackbeforeheevenrealisedthatwaswhathewasdoing,moaningatthefeelofMalfoy’slipsmovingagainsthisown,attheslideofhishandsdownHarry’ssides,thelittlesatisfactoryhummingnoisehemadedeepinhisthroat.Merlin,couldMalfoykiss.HarryfeltcompletelybreathlessbythetimeMalfoymovedaway.HesmileddownatHarryandbrushedhisnoseacrossHarry’slightly.

“I’llgettheshowerwarmingup,shallI?”Heslitheredoutofbedandstalkedacrosstheroom,completelyunashamedofhisnakedness,anddisappearedbehindanotherdoor.Harrysatupagainasheheardashowerstartingupontheothersideofthewall,andheglancedaroundtheunfamiliarroom.

“Whatthefuck,”hesaidoutloud,andthankfully,thistimehewasn’tinterrupted.Ofcourse,thisalsomeantthathedidn’tgetanyanswerseither,andhewasstuckinaroomhedidn’tknowwithaMalfoywhowasexpectingHarrytojoinhimintheshowerandeitherHarryhadhithisheadharderthanhethoughtortheentireworldhadgonemadwhilehe’dbeenunconscious.Hehadtogetoutofhere.Hehadto…Hermione.Yes,Hermionewouldknowwhatthefuckwasgoingon,hejusthadtofindsomeclothes…

Harrygotoutofbed,flushingbrightredasyetanothertwingeremindedhimofjustwhathisbodythoughthe’dbeenuptothenightbefore,andthenstopped,disoriented.Hehadnoideawherehisclotheswere.Maybethere’dbesomethatwouldfitinthechestofdrawers?Hepulledoneopententatively,resolutelynotlookingatthephotoframesscatteredacrossthetop.HedecidednottothinkaboutwhyhisfavouriteCannonsTshirtwasfoldedupnexttoseveralpairsofjeansthatlookedlikethey’dfithimperfectly,justpulledoutapairandscrabbledarounduntilhe’dfoundsomeunderwearandsomesocksandthrewthemallon.

Hewasjustdroppingtohiskneestolookforsomeshoes—aha,theretheywere,shovedunderthebed—whenMalfoy’svoicefloatedoutfromthebathroom.“Ifyou’vegonebacktosleepinthere,Iwon’tbeheldresponsibleformyactions.”

Harryfroze,onetraineronandoneoff.Hedidn’thaveacluewhattosay.Hepulledontheothershoeandstoodup,walkinghesitantlyovertotheopendoor,ascloseashedared.“Er,I’vejustremembered,I,er,needtotalktoHermioneaboutsomething,”hecalled.

“What?”

“Er,sorry?I’vegottogo.”Harryfoundhiswand,layingonthebedsidetable,andsnatcheditup,disapparatingtoBrookCottagebeforethinkingaboutitanyfurther.IfhehadtobewithinshoutingdistanceofaverynakedMalfoyformuchlonger,Harrythoughthemightstartcrying.

HarryfoundhimselfstandingontheporchofRonandHermione’scottagebeforeherememberedthattheywerestillontheirhoneymoonandwouldn’tbetheretohelphimanyway.Hewasjustabouttoapparatetohisflat,whenthefrontdooropened.Harryslippedoffthetopstep,startled.

“Harry?Whatareyoudoinghere,mate?”

Harrywhimperedandthrewhimselfathisbestfriend.Hedidn’tcarethatRonwasstillinhisdressinggownandpants,orthathewasprobablymakingarighttitoutofhimself;hewasjustsogladtoseehim.

“Er,okay,sure,”Ronsaid,pattingHarryonthebackawkwardly.“NotthatI’mnotpleasedtoseeyou,mate,butisthereareasonwe’rehuggingonmyfrontdoorstep?”

“You’rehere,”Harrymumbled,thenfrownedandstraightened.“Wait,whyareyouhere,you’remeanttobeonholiday.”

“Iam?That’snewstome,tobehonest.”

Harryshookhishead.“Nevermind,you’reherenow,that’sallthatmatters.”HegrabbedafistfulofRon’sdressinggownandshookhimslightly.“Somethingreallyweirdisgoingon,Ron.Ifell,andthenIwokeup,andMalfoywasthere,andhekissedme,andeveryonewasnaked.Well,”heamended,“Ginnywasn’tnaked,butMalfoywas,andsowasI,andtherewastouching,andkissing,anddidImentionthenakedness?”

Ron’seyeshadwidenedunderHarry’sbabbling,hiseyebrowsslowlyraisinguptowardshishairline.“Hermione!”Heyelled,andHarrybreathedasighofrelief,becauseHermionewouldfixeverything.“Harry’shere,Ithinkit’sfinallyhappened!”

AsRondraggedhimthroughthedoorandintothekitchen,Harrywonderedifhistwobestfriendshadactuallytakenbetsonwhenhewouldfinallylosehismarbles.HeopenedhismouthtoaccuseRon,butstoppedshortatthesightofahighchairsittingnexttothescrubbedwoodentable.

“Whatisthat?”Harryasked,pointingatthehighchair.

Ronraisedaneyebrow.“Thatismyson.”HeglaredHarryintoachairandthensighed.“Irealiseyou’reprobablyabitconfusedrightnow,butthere’snoneedtoberude.”Ronmovedofftoputthekettleon,andHarrystaredwarilyatthelittleboysittinginthehighchair.Hehadporridgeinhiscurlyredhairandalloverhisfingers,andwhenhegrinnedatHarryhecouldseetheboyhadtwolittleteethonhisbottomjaw.

“Whydothesethingsalwayshappenwhenit’smyturntoliein?”