[Fic:] 25 days - Day 13

[smirkingcat]

Title: The first time he laughed in an undignified manner
Author: smirkingcat
Word Count: 650
Rating: PG
Prompt:
Warning: -
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: damn I nearly forgot about today….




The thing about Grimmauld Place was that everybody knew about it. The thing about his cottage was that only Ron, Luna and Draco knew about it. He thought about telling Hermione, but Hermione was rarely around these days, studying all over the world and being rather busy and successful. They talked via floo, and she would sleep at Grimmauld Place when she was in London, but there was no real need to tell her about the cottage.

The other thing about Grimmauld Place was Kreacher. He may be old, but he was still as feisty as all the young elves he ever met. The cottage had no such comfort.
It was a nice get-away in summer. And it was a cosy house in winter as well. He liked it here a lot, he liked that here he could do all on his own, and he liked how relaxed Draco was here, after the first few visits. It might have helped that Harry did let it drop that nobody really knew about the cottage.

However everything had a downside. And this morning the downside was that they definitely did not put enough wood into the fire. They might have been occupied with removing each other's clothes, to really think about that.
Sadly that is something Harry now deeply regretted. The house, and especially the bedroom was cold. So cold even, that Harry saw the ice flowers on the windows.

Harry snuggled up to Draco and tried to get his cold feet warm again, fully aware that Draco would wake up.

"Potter," Draco mumbled, and tried to squirm away from him.

"It's cold," Harry replied.

"No kidding, but that is no reason to wake me, especially as I was still warm."

"Well, I thought you know, you could warm me up."

"I would if it implied sex, but I got a feeling you are not after that."

"Kinda need a warming charm from you, need to go to the bathroom."

Draco snorted. "Oh, Potter, you are living proof that romance died."

"Not what you said yesterday."

"Well, apparently you stabbed it in the back tonight."

Harry laughed. "So, do I get my heating charm? You know I am pants at them."

"I will charm you so much, you will never freeze again, but then I want to be heated up again."

"Wait, is that euphemism or should I restart the fire?"

The deep sigh had Harry laughing once again.

There was an elegant hand movement, and Harry felt warm settle not only over him but also over Draco and the room.

"I never understand how you got so good at heating charms."

"Living in a Manor house makes that a necessity. Those houses do not stay warm easily, even with blood wards. They don't get this cold though."

"Are you insulting my humble abode?"

"Potter get out of bed, so I can go back to sleep."

"So you really meant making a fire and not coming back here getting you all bothered and –"

Draco laughed so hard that he snorted like a little piglet, which made Harry even laugh more. It was so unusual for Draco to do anything so plebeian as to snort like that, that Harry's heart started to beat even faster. This felt like they were building something strong and awesome and Harry felt his heart skip quite a few beats.

"Would you please go," he said after he regained his breath. "And come back in maybe two to three hours to warm me up again, or, if you plan to sleep again after you made the fire again. Wouldn't do to throw you out of your own bed."

Harry stared at Draco as he was sitting up. "Could have fooled me, because I feel like I am thrown out."

"Potter?"

"Yes?"

"Go away."

With a laugh, and watching Draco pull the blanket over his face, Harry went.