He drew his wand, theh his left haook a deep breath ahe doorknob, wied for something to happen. Nothing did, and both he and Malfoy let out a relieved breath. Biting down on his lower lip, he turhe ha the d ope of wooden stairs led dow mloom, thiker ahan ahe house. The wood was bent and raked in pes, and Harry wo would be stable enough to take his weight. He mentally prepared a quik ushioning harm, just ihrough, and lifted his leg to take a step forward.
“otter,” Malfoy said, gripping his arm as he looked down at the floor. Harry followed his gaze and saords ethed into the wood of the doorway.
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“What does that mean?”
“I don’t know,” Malfoy said, his n. “But I thiep over it, we’re likely to find out.”
Harry gned down into the yawning bk ritted his teeth. The quiker they got dowhe quiker the suspense would be over.
&hing,” he murmured, and then ped his foot firmly oep. Nothing happened. He gingerly ped all of his weight oep and brought his other foot down onto the &he wood reaked ominously beh him, but he remained miraulously bht and in one piee.
& really was just residual magi left over from a previous urse,” he heard Malfoy mutter to himself, ahe gap between them lose as Malfoy stepped over the threshold behind him. It was about six steps dowarted to happen. The darko reep up towards them, ehem both despite the lumos that had lit both of their wands. The air was old around them, and Harry started to feel dizzy. His footsteps faltered beh him as he took aep down.
“Potter, are yht?” Harry faintly heard Malfoy ask.
Harry’s knees shook a sudde-headed, ao grab oer to hold himself up. He stumbled bak into Malfoy, and the wood beh his hahe same time. Harry tried tai he was dizzy and sik and Malf over him. Their legs tahe stairs seemed to disappear, and Harry grabbed on tight to Malfoy as they fell don…
&hing Harry beame aware of was the sunlight streamio his fae. He groaned and shifted, burying his he ; to him to shield himself. His head ounding aire body felt as though he’d been kiked down a flight of stairs. He strethed his legs and whimpered slightly at the ahe in his lower bak. He sher into the illoaited; no doubt a healer would be oming aloes to administer a blessed pain potiohe pillow beh him spoke.
“Dohink about it, Harry. You promised me offee.”
Harry froze. The voie ainfully familiar, a he had sound so… fond?
&ed his head and bli his gsses, he ould tell that it was definitely Malfoy lying to him, his fine bl into his eyes as he looked bak at Harry with a small smile on his fae. Maybe he was dreamiill stuk at the bottom of the basement and Malf. Or both.
“Er,” Harry said. Then, “Where are my gsses?”
Malfoy raised an eyebrow. “We did drunk st he bedside table, as usual.”
Harry sat up quikly and had to bite bak a shriek. Malfht, there his gsses were, resting ly oable. Whih was at the side of a bed, whih he was very muh in. With Malfoy. Naked. Oh, so very naked. Harry ould feel the loh of Malfoy’s leg where it was led between his own, ould feel ainst his sweaty ski had bee Malfoy’s hest. Harry reahed his gsses— maybe everything would make sense one he ould see properly—awiself known from his thigh to his lower bak.
And then he froze, again, beause oh good God, that wasn’t an ahe from falling dowairs, that was…that was from somethiirely.
“What the fuk,” Harry said, and shoved his gsses onto his fae. He nearly rawled out of his ski an arm snake around his waist and Malfoy pulled him bak down onto the pillows with a hukle.
“Was I th with you st ially purred into Harry’s ear, his breath on Harry’s nek making him shiver. “In my defene, y for it.”
Malfoy’s teeth nipped Harry’s earlobe, and Harry mped his lips against a high pithed shriek. The uro a surprised moa Malfoy’s hand slide down his stomah and oming far too lose to where Harry was very defiill naked.
“Mal-”
“Daddy! Papa!”
Harry didn’t ko sream in shh in relief as Malfoy pulled away his hand and sat up to him. Harry searhed the room wildly for the soure of the remely high—voie, and the seoih his bolloks and an armful of something very small with grabby little hands and wild long dark hair.
“What the f-”
& off again by Malfoy smming his hand against Harry’s mouth, bef the small squirmio his own p. “Lissa, don’t limb on your daddy so early in the m, you knoy git whe .”
&le girl—at least, that’s what Harry thought she was—squealed i as Malfoy tipped her bakwards aikliomah.
“oodness’ sake, Lissa, you promised you wouldn’t disturb them,” ame another familiar voie from the doorway, this oinged