It wasn’t a quik, light kiss either. He suked Harry’s lower lip between his own and bit dowly. Harry gasped and then Malfoy’s tongue was in his mouth, sweeping aross his teeth and tangling with his own. Harry kissed bak before he eve as doing, moaning at the feel of Malfoy’s lips moving against his own, at the slide of his hands down Harry’s sides, the little satisfat noise he made deep in his throat. Merlin, ould Malfoy kiss. Harry felt ompletely breathless by the time Malfoy moved away. He smiled down at Harry and brushed his nose arhtly.
“I’ll get the sh up, shall I?” He slithered out of bed ahe room, ompletely unashamed of his nakedness, and disappeared behind another door. Harry sat up again as he heard a sh up oher side of the wall, and he gned around the unfamiliar room.
“What the fuk,” he said out loud, and thankfully, this time he wased. Of ourse, this also mea get aher, auk in a room he didn’t know with a Malfoy eting Harry to join him in the shower aher Harry had hit his head harder tha or the entire wone mad while he’d been unoo get out of here. He had to…Hermione. Yes, Hermione hat the fuk was goi had to fihes…
Harry got out of bed, flushing bright red as yet awinge reminded him of just what his body thought he’d been up to the night before, aopped, disoriented. He had no idea where his lothes were. Maybe there’d be some that would fit i of drawers? He pulled oively, resolutely not lookio frames sattered aross the top. He deided not to think about why his favourite ons T shirt was folded up to several pairs of jeans that looked like they’d fit him perfetly, just pulled out a pair and srabbled around until he’d found some underwear and some soks ahem all on.
& dropping to his ko look for some shoes—aha, there they were, shoved uhe bed—when Malfoy’s voie floated out from the bathroom. “If you’ve goo sleep i be held responsible for my ations.”
Harry froze, orainer on and o have a lue ulled oher shoe and stood up, walkily over to the open door, as lose as he dared. “Er, I’ve just remembered, I, er, alk to Hermio something,” he alled.
“What?”
“Er, sot to go.” Harry found his wand, ying oable, a up, disapparating to Brook Cottage before thinking about it any further. If he had to be within shouting distane of a very naked Malfer, Harry thought he might start rying.
Harry fouanding on the porh of Ron and Hermioage before he remembered that they were still on their honeymoon and wouldo help him a about to apparate to his ft, whe door opened. Harry slipped off the top step, startled.
“Harry? What are you doie?”
Harry whimpered and threw himself at his best frie are that Ron was still in his dressing goants, or that he robably making a right tit out of himself; he was just so gd to see him.
“Er, okay, sure,” Ron said, patting Harry on the bak awkwardly. “Not that I’m o see you, mate, but is there a reas on my front doorstep?”
“You’re here,” Harry mumbled, theraighte, why are you here, you’re meant to be on holiday.”
“I am? That’s o be ho.”
Harry shook his head. “Never mind, you’re here now, that’s all that matters.” He grabbed a fistful of Rown and shook him slightly. “Something really weird is going on, Rohen I woke up, and Malfoy was there, and he kissed me, and everyone was naked. Well,” he amended, “Ginny was Malfoy was, and so was I, aouhing, and kissing, and did I mention the nakedness?”
Ron’s eyes had widened under Harry’s babbling, his eyebrows sl up towards his hairline. “Hermione!” He yelled, and Harry breathed a sigh of relief, beause Hermione would fix everything. “Harry’s here, I think it’s finally happened!”
As Red him through the door and ihen, Harry wondered if his two best friends had atually takes on when he would finally lose his marbles. He opened his mouth to ause Ron, but stopped short at the sight of a highhair sitting to the srubbed wooden table.
“What is that?” Harry asked, pointing at the highhair.
Ron raised ahat is my son.” He gred Harry into a hair and then sighed. “I realise you’re probably a bit ht now, but there’s o be rude.” Roo put the kettle on, and Harry stared warily at the little boy sitting in the highhair. He had pe in his urly red hair and all ers, and when he gri Harry he ould see the boy had two little teeth on his bottom jaw.
“Why do these things ale’s my turn to lie in?”
Harry turned as Hermiohe kithen, sleep mussed and yawning. Her hair was shorter than Harry remembered it being st week, pulled bak into a low ponytail. She wore ara ring to her e and wedding rings, Harry noted as she yawo a fist. Harry vaguely remembered something ab traditioy rings give hild was boro look at the inhabitant of the highhair in shok.
“What is going on?” Harry burst Ro to his h a up of offee.
Hermione ran a ritial eye over him as Rohe spilled drink with his wand.