Chapter 75

                                        

                                              
Published: 7/24/25
Draco woke up in Harry's arms like normal. He honestly didn't remember the last time they had slept apart. The cabin seemed to be a good idea. Blaise and Neville didn't have to tiptoe around them, or trade taunts with them back and forth, and they didn't have to whisper when each other was sleeping. Draco did want to spend time with Blaise, but late nights and early mornings were for him and Harry alone. After breakfast, they tended to go up to the main house.
"Good morning, love," Harry whispered, sounding sleepily.
Draco smiled and turned in Harry's arms to be face-to-face. "Good morning, honey."
"Honey?"
"You made me watch those muggle movies. 'Honey' is an acceptable term of endearment," Draco shot back. Movie-watching had become part of their routine over the last few months.
Harry chuckled and brought his hand up to touch Draco's face. He leaned in to kiss Draco, holding him close until they both were out of breath. Draco watched Harry's every facial tick, to make sure that he was alright. They had been trying to experiment with what Harry could handle. So far, Harry had been doing it okay. He was cautious, but he hadn't flinched away from him. Draco wasn't sure he could handle seeing Harry do that.
When they had come home from flying after Boxing Day, Draco had suggested that he try massaging Harry with his clothes on and so it wasn't as stressful and did it on the couch, rather than the bed. Harry initially experienced some discomfort, but maintaining eye contact was crucial. He needed to see that it was Draco. Touch sensitivity was hard to overcome, but taking small steps was important. Joel had explained that to both of them. Draco was careful and first worked Harry's hands out like Harry had so often done for him.
Then Draco worked his feet while Harry massaged Draco's. Harry actually enjoyed that. His mind was focused on something other than Draco touching him. They worked up each other's legs to the knees. Harry showed him some ways to massage out the quads, and talking helped. Harry was doing good, though, and Draco switched to Harry's arms. Harry watched his every move, a little tense, but they managed to get to Harry's shoulders. Harry tried turning around for his neck and back. He wasn't as comfortable with that, though, and they stopped.
Draco praised Harry for his progress and didn't push him any harder to ignore his limits. As neither of them was working while Blaise and Neville were off from school, they had been pushing their boundaries and enjoying their alone time. Draco was basking in the attention Harry was giving him. This morning was no different. Harry was rubbing his legs, massaging out the aches and morning pain. Harry moved up to his arms, shoulders and back. Draco rolled over to let Harry work, especially as they had flown, again, yesterday.
After his massage, they got up and Harry made breakfast for them. Draco enjoyed having their own space. Usually, Blaise would be interrupting by now, but they have all the time they could want without their chaperones. 
"Thanks for breakfast," Draco said, kissing Harry.
"It's the domestic life for me," Harry joked, taking the plates to the sink. "How long should we give Blaise and Neville?"
"Bit longer. 'Course he might be setting up for the party... yeah... let's go. We... or rather you can probably help him," Draco said, as the big New Year's Eve party was tonight after dinner.
"Sounds good," Harry said.
They got dressed and Harry Apparated them to the front door. "Thanks."
"Maybe you should try to get your license in the New Year?"
Draco snorted. "Once I can remember how to do Switching Spells again, I may consider it."
Harry laughed as he opened the front door. "We're here!" he called.